‘member how this used to be a running blog? Well, I ran again! I ran I ran I ran!
::Slaps self across the face::
No, but it’s amazing how amazing it feels to actually RUN a -let’s be honest- pathetically short distance, when you’ve resigned yourself to counting your stroll (waddle) through the grocery store as “mileage.” (Tomorrow: more fake workouts that I now count as workouts.)
Last night, I threw on an XL wifebeater and banged out 2.5 miles, mainly on the treadmill. Of course, pretty much every part of my butt hurts today (except for the crack part). But I think it was worth it.
And now, since you probably don’t want me to blather on and on about my butt and treadmills (email me if you do!), I’ll share a bunch of random crap from the internet that’s been creeping me out this week.
1. Seeing an ad on StatCounter.com for a bathing suit I looked at an hour ago on OldNavy.com. (Yes, I know how to disable cookies. It still creeps me out.)
2. People who maintain Facebook profiles for their unborn children.
A couple months ago, a bunch of people threw a hissy fit when Facebook removed the profile of somebody’s fetus for violating the terms of service, which explicitly state people on Facebook must be 13 years of age…and must actually exist in real life.
They could have created a “page” for the fetus rather than a “profile” to remain in compliance with Facebook’s TOS. But you know how crazy pregnant ladies are…
So now, you can do something marginally less creepy, and “add” your “baby” as a “family member” on your “profile.” Neat, huh?
3. This baby.
4. This sports bra.
Just kidding! This bra actually makes you awesome as soon as you put it on. It’s also very controversial which can make you popular on the internet.
I totally couldn’t pull it off right now (LITERALLY! AHAHAHAHA!) because my jugs have ballooned to twice their pre-pregnancy size, but maybe YOU can win one from Runner’s Kitchen! You could even win one and give it to me for my birthday, which is tomorrow, and I can try to wrestle the ladies into it sometime next year when I’m done nursing. But, you know. Either way. She’s picking a winner on Friday at noon, so you better go over there right now and enter.
And, because I hate to end a blog post on a buzzkill: